Home for the Holidays. Sarah MayberryЧитать онлайн книгу.
Hannah didn’t take me for a ride and now you yelled at her and she’ll never let me help her again.”
Joe frowned. “Ruby, I saw you on the bike. I know you’re only trying to protect your new friend—”
“She didn’t take me for a ride! I asked her to but she said no. Then she said I could sit on the bike if I wanted to and she was really nice and lifted me up and held me when I thought I was going to fall,” Ruby said in an urgent rush.
Joe stared at his daughter. Ruby held his gaze unflinchingly, her blue eyes drenched with tears. The tight, uncomfortable feeling in his gut told him his daughter was speaking the truth.
Damn.
He closed his eyes for a long moment as he reviewed his reaction through the filter of this new information. Over-the-top? Just a little.
“Hannah’s going to hate me now,” Ruby said miserably.
Not half as much as she hates me.
“I’m sure she doesn’t hate you, Rubes. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was the one who made the mistake.”
“I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen. I asked and asked Hannah to take me for a ride, but she said you wouldn’t like it. I even said you wouldn’t mind, but she said she thought you would.”
Just in case he didn’t feel enough of a heel already.
“Yeah. The thing was, Rube, I saw you sitting up there, and the bike was running, and it looked like you guys had come back from a spin around the block.”
Dear God, could he sound any more defensive?
Ruby gave him a level look. “You should have listened when I tried to explain.”
“You’re right. I should have. And next time, I promise I will.”
Ruby sniffed loudly, then knuckled her eyes dry. “It’s okay. I forgive you,” she said magnanimously.
“Thank you.”
“But we should go next door right now and apologize to Hannah,” Ruby said. She was already wriggling toward the edge of the bed and she looked at Joe expectantly.
He nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
Even though it was going to make him squirm.
“Oh, I know what we should do!” Ruby grabbed the front of his sweater she was so excited. “We should invite Hannah over for pizza! She won’t be able to stay angry with us if we make her pizza.”
Want to bet?
“It’s a lovely idea, Rubes, but I think we might leave the pizza for another night. Hannah probably doesn’t want to have dinner with us just now.”
“Then we should take her one for her to eat on her own. I’ll make it for her and we’ll take it over together and explain how you got it wrong and how you’re sorry for yelling at her.”
For a moment Joe was tempted to agree to the idea, but he knew that taking Ruby with him was the coward’s way out of the hole he’d dug for himself. There was no way Hannah would give him the verbal smackdown he deserved with his daughter standing beside him.
“I tell you what. Why don’t you make a pizza for Hannah, and I’ll take it over to her on my own and apologize?” he said.
Ruby studied him. “Don’t be embarrassed because you made a mistake, Daddy. You only got upset because you love me. I know that.”
Joe smiled. Maybe he should take his daughter with him, after all. There wasn’t a jury in the land that would convict him with her on his side.
He tugged on one of her pigtails. “How did you get to be so wise?”
Ruby smiled and shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.”
They went to the kitchen to create a pizza especially for Hannah. Ruby insisted on putting every single topping available on it, since they didn’t know what Hannah liked or didn’t like.
“This way, she can pick off the bits she doesn’t want,” Ruby reasoned. “But if the bits aren’t there in the first place, she can’t put them back on.”
Ben had a bit to say about his sister’s logic, but finally Joe had a pizza in his hand and a speech roughed out in his mind.
He’d apologize straight up, not offer any excuses. And when she let fly at him, he’d take it. The way she’d taken it when he dished it out to her.
He felt like a kid going to the principal’s office as he walked up the front steps to Hannah’s house. Gritting his teeth, he rang the doorbell.
There was a rattle of a door chain being removed, then Mrs. Napier opened the door.
“Oh, hello, Joe. How are you doing? How did the big move go?” Robyn said, a welcoming smile on her face.
“I’m good, thanks. And the move was pretty smooth, all things considered.”
“Did you want to come in? Or were you after something? Goodness, is that a pizza?”
“Um, yes, it is. I was actually wondering if I could have a quick word with Hannah?”
Robyn’s smile widened. “Of course you can. Why don’t you come in and I’ll go grab her?”
Joe stepped into the foyer as Robyn disappeared up the hallway. He glanced around as he waited, taking in the fussy wallpaper and antique hat stand in the front hall. Interesting. Not the kind of furnishings he’d imagined a woman like Hannah favoring.
There was a family portrait hanging next to it, a photograph of Robyn and two young girls. He moved closer and recognized the oldest girl as Hannah. He guessed she must have been about twelve or thirteen when it was taken. Her hair was cut short and she wore jeans and a football sweater. She had her arm wrapped protectively around her younger sister and there was a challenge in her eyes as she smiled down the barrel of the camera.
Full of attitude, even at thirteen. It figured.
A door closed somewhere in the house and Joe turned away from the photograph just as Hannah entered the foyer wearing a pale green satin bathrobe. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she had her arms crossed defensively over her chest as she stopped in front of him. She glanced at the pizza and arched an eyebrow.
“It’s for you. Ruby made it,” he said awkwardly.
She looked different without her coverall or biker gear. Softer. More vulnerable.
“To say thank you for the motorbike ride I didn’t take her on, I assume?” Hannah asked coolly.
He squared his shoulders. “Yeah, about that. I owe you an apology. I jumped to conclusions. I should have let you explain before I barged in.”
“Yep, you should have.”
He shifted his weight. He hadn’t expected her to make it easy for him, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this uncomfortable. “I can’t remember exactly what I said, but I was out of line and I’m sorry.”
“Let me see if I can refresh your memory. Reckless idiot, I think you called me.”
He winced. “I’m sorry.”
She eyed him for a moment, then her gaze dropped to the pizza. “Ruby made this for me—is that what you said?”
“Yes. It’s a Ruby superspecial with the works. Homemade base and everything.”
She held out her hand and he passed the pizza over. Now that her arms weren’t crossed over her chest, he could see the outline of her breasts against her robe. The soft shape of her nipples was clearly visible beneath the silk, and he realized that she must be naked beneath it.
For a moment he got caught on the thought, his mind filling